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... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
... morning when the thrilling cry of " land ! " was given from the mast - head . None but those who have expe- rienced it can form an idea of the delicious throng of sensations which rush into an American's bosom , when he first comes in ...
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... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
... morning without trepidation . He had made the disclosure . " And how did she bear it ? " " Like an angel ! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind , for she threw her arms round my neck , and asked if this was all that had lately ...
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... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
... Morning , noon , and night , her tongue was incessantly going , and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind , and that , by frequent ...
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... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true he was rarely heard to speak ...
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... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
... morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the oc ...
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Página 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Página 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
Página 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Página 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Página 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
Página 43 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Página 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Página 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
Página 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.